So, I am obviously not a blogger girl. But I try. I really do. For some strange
reason, I cannot CANT! write on a blog every day. Why not? No worries, I am
working on it. Well, for the mean time, here is a short story that I wrote
probably three or four years ago. Not exactly sure. Enjoy!
the
blue sharpie pen!!!
I ripped the package open and
stared dumbfounded. I could not believe
it! Blue. Anything but blue. I HATE blue sharpie pens. I threw it against the
wall and it exploded all over my yellow-polka dotted wallpaper. Oh great what next.
Suddenly my vision went into slow motion. I could see a drop of ink moving so
slow, but so fast, toward my orange rug. NOOOOOOOOO I yelled! I dove to catch
it but my desk got in the way. The last thing I remember seeing was the blue
ink mixing in with the blood from my forehead, making a very beautiful dark
purple.
. . .
When I woke up thirty
seconds later I saw the forsaken pen. There
it was, just lying there. The blue ink had already infected a third of my
carpet. I had to act. I jumped up, then fell right back down again. Whoa I feel
like I have been hit by a bus from both sides. Oh no what should I do. I am too weak to move and the ink is
spreading so fast.
MOM MOM MOM! Where
is she? I need her. I started to cry. There is no more hope. My orange and
yellow room is blue, I and weak and bleeding and my mom is out running errands,
oblivious to my pain and suffering. Oh wait. I have an idea; maybe I can crawl
to that evil pen, pick it up, and throw it away. I have to hurry, there is so
little time.
. . .
I woke up to my sister
yelling at me. “Guess what! We get to go
to the beach today!” I got up, yawned, stretched, and pulled on my swimsuit. As
I was looking in the mirror I saw the reflection of the wonderful orange paint.
Oh it is beautiful. Oh my gosh! It isn't blue! HALLELUJAH! It was just a dream.
I danced down the stairs and jumped into the yellow truck. I was going to the
beach today.
